What better place to start than with our main character, Jade, losing her virginity to Elroy, a (slightly) older student with much greater experience? Each of these chapters are stand alone, written purely as stroke stories. Should they give you as much enjoyment as they gave me writing them, please leave me a comment and rate them accordingly. - ek
"Shhh…shhh…" I gently pressed my hands against the top of her thighs.
She looked past them, her teeth tugging at her lower lip.
"Lift up for me a little so I can get these down."
Her eyes darted to my face, a mixture of need and shyness.
"It's okay…right? You want me to. You want to."
She closed her eyes, lifting herself up to let me peel her underwear slowly down, revealing the top of her pubic triangle.
I paused, watching her face. She opened her eyes, confused that I had stopped.
I smiled gently before continuing to reveal the strands of dark hair that barely covered her skin.
Slowly, ever so slowly I pulled them down, past the flare of her hips, the waistband dragging across her mound, the hair thickening but never dense enough to fully obscure her skin.
"Oh god," she whispered.
I nodded, and paused again, the underwear a thin line just across the juncture of her lips. "I can smell how turned on you are."
She closed her eyes and turned away, a blush blossoming on her cheeks.
"No…shhh…" I gently touched her chin to turn her back. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. Your arousal is a complement. You deserve to be aroused. Watch me. I'm watching you."
She shifted her arms, her shoulders, adjusting her head on the pillow, getting more comfortable so she could see me, her teeth still worrying her bottom lip.
I slipped my fingers between the fabric and her outer thighs, her skin, that wonderfully caramel colored skin, warm and soft, continuing to strip her, sliding the material across her legs, her knees and down to her toes, leaving it dangling off one foot.
She had pressed her legs together, at first to help, but then because that's what she had been taught.
Good girls don't open their legs.
But she wasn't being good right now.
I returned my hands to the tops of her thighs, my palms lightly pressing out, until she relaxed and let me spread her legs. Her lips were full, darker than her mound, revealing a thin line of moisture glistening in the dim light.
"I've never done this…" she whispered, looking at me studying her.
I looked up from her sex and raised an eyebrow. "Done…what, exactly?" So many ways I could have gone:
been fucked by a near stranger you've only met a few days ago? Been stripped in your own bedroom by a boyfriend? Had a man study your dripping cunt?
But I behaved myself, counting five heartbeats.
She raised her arms and waved them at her waist. "This," she said, a catch in her voice.
"I assume you're a virgin," I asked, perhaps more clinically than I intended. I watched her face nod slightly as I gently pushed against the inside of her knees, bringing her feet onto the covers, spreading her vulva wide open. She couldn't hide now. She was bare; exposed, maybe more than she'd been with her doctors. I reached for her wrist and had her hold the back of her thigh, repeating the invitation with her other hand. She spread herself open, waiting, watching as I studied her.
"Do you want me to remove your top?" I had intentionally left it on, knowing she'd feel more exposed half-covered. Now, asking gave her a sense of control, but in asking, she had to consider her answer, and no matter what she chose, she had to contend with the degree, and quality, of her exposure.
Her vulva crinkled a little, the line of moisture thickening before flattening back against her inner labia.
"No…? Yes…?" She pulled her legs closer to her ribs, as if to hug herself, realizing she was only opening wider for me.
I laughed, not unkindly I hoped, questioning her with my eyes.
"Yes. Please."
"You're so polite," I complemented her, reaching for the top button of her shirt. "Let me tell you what you look like. You've never seen yourself like this have you?"
She licked her lips and shook her head, glancing between my face and down to between her legs.
I undid the next button. "Your clit is pushing against its hood. It's a lightish pink at the top, and a deeper tone near its base." I stopped with her shirt and turned my attention to her other button. She gasped when I pulled her hood aside to get a better look. "Yes, it's definitely darker at the bottom. Your outer lips are quite swollen, also deep red, but reversed: they are dark at their edges and brighter where they join your skin at their base."
She gasped again, her pelvis rotating slightly as I gently squeezed her right outer labia, and let it go, two or three times. It was warm, and slightly rough to my touch. I really wanted to take it between my teeth and gently bite it, but I held off. I squeezed the other one and watched her pull up again in response.
"Your inner labia are much darker, but thinner and crinkly, and the entrance to your vagina is bright pink, almost white, with quite a bit of liquid oozing out. Here, I'll show you."
I reached for my phone.
"Oh, god, no, please, you're not…" she moaned as she watched me bring up the camera, but she didn't let go.
"Here," I turned the screen to her. "You're absolutely beautiful down there. This is what arousal looks like…and smells like," I dipped my head closer and inhaled deeply.
She exhaled heavily, her eyes studying herself.
I set down the phone and returned to undressing her.
"In a moment, you'll be completely naked, and I'll begin to play with you. If we're lucky, you'll have an orgasm, and then you'll be nice and return the favor. Will this be the first time you've had someone else get you off?"
She watched my hands as they peeled her shirt away from her belly and ribs, exposing her bra. She nodded again, and again started chewing on her lower lip. "I mean," she croaked. She cleared her throat. "I mean I don't know if I've ever gotten off, with anyone…or alone," she finished in a whisper.
"But you've had boyfriends, right?" I smiled seeing the bra had a front clasp.
Why? Did she always go out dressed like this, are they just more convenient, or did she do it specially for tonight?
I undid her bra and pulled the cups away from her breasts, letting them spill out.
"Yeah," she said inhaling at the air hitting her nipples, her eyes looking to see any judgement.
"Your breasts are beautiful, Jade, like the rest of you. And? Did you give them head or just hand jobs?" I pressed my hands lightly against her nipples, rubbing her breasts, feeling her areolas crinkle.
"I've only given a BJ once, and I'm not sure I did a good job." She jerked a little when I played with her nipples.
"Does that feel good when I do that?"
She nodded and closed her eyes.
"And how about this?" I slid my finger across her clit and into her.
"OH! Fuck! Oh god, yes!"
*-*-*-*
I noticed her almost the first time I got into the cafeteria line. She was moving fast, doing all the things to keep a busy lunch rush on track, but I couldn't get a good sense of her until the next time, when she was working the line. Then she was standing still, and I knew immediately I needed to get to know her.
It wasn't hard; when I asked if she wanted to grab a coffee, she barely hesitated, her eyes widening slightly, her gaze traveling down and up.
And the second "date," for a beer, when she admitted she wasn't in a "serious" relationship, until a dinner date, still informal, when I probed a little further, and she loosened up over a bottle of wine.
"Would you like to continue this at your place or mine?" I paid the check, watching the gears turn.
It would be safer at my place
, I could hear her thinking,
but where are my roommates tonight?
And,
how far will we go?
She stared at me and said, "mine, but don't judge me."
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And now, stripped bare, holding herself open to me, revealing her inexperience, her need, her vulnerability; she wanted it so badly and she had struggled to come to terms with it. At least that's what I'd learned as we talked on the way over to her studio apartment (okay, no roommates). Not that she'd come right out and said it, at first; she talked around the subject: her siblings, her parents, the town she'd lived her entire life in before coming to university. Sheltered, but not repressed. Inexperienced, but not ignorant.
But then she talked about her studies, how she was in her last semester of a five-year run, and she had decided to learn more about "generational differences in sexuality." She being one generation, and others, like me I guess, a different generation. But I wasn't all that much older than her, so that was funny to me. It was a diary study, she called it, with her "1st person perspective providing a critical lens."
Definitely smart. A double-major in Art History and Social Anthropology or something or other, pursuing a Masters or two Masters. Whatever. It sounded like a lot. The cafeteria job part of a work-study…so, paying her way. Folks were supportive but she would be the first to graduate with a degree. Or two. Or three. I couldn't quite figure it out.
How can someone be so smart, and so inexperienced?
I had to keep reminding myself she was a newbie, and that meant 'hills and valleys' as my ex used to say. Super smart in some ways, super-naïve in others.
"Would you be more comfortable letting your feet down?" My middle finger was buried deep into her, rubbing against the underside of her clit. Her eyes were closed, her arms wrapped around the back of her knees, her channel grabbing me, the quiet squelching in competition with her mewling.
Her eyes snapped open as my thumb lightly stroked the ridges around her anus.
